Jiyeon sighed deeply, rolling her shoulders back as the remnants of adrenaline faded. The pop-up dinner at The Rose Manor had gone better than she could have expected—well, aside from the usual chaos caused by Kang's "help." But now it was over, and she could finally go home and rest.
Or so she thought.
Yura, catching Jiyeon's tired look, placed a hand on her shoulder. "We need to get out of here before someone decides they want to 'thank the chef' for the twentieth time."
Jiyeon groaned. "God, please no. I've had enough small talk to last me a lifetime."
Kang, however, wasn't about to let Jiyeon escape so easily. "What's wrong, Chef? Not in the mood to bask in all the praise for your culinary genius?"
Jiyeon gave him a withering look. "I've had enough 'praise' tonight. If one more guest tries to talk to me about their 'refined palate,' I'm going to drown myself in the lobster bisque."
